Bury Me (Pt.2)

Bury me (Pt.2)

Oh shit. am I doing three part fics now? how and why am I writing so much dialogue? anyway, feedback is aaaalways welcome!! if you do want a third part please tell me so!! it does motivate me to hear what you all think or suggest. if not it can totally end here!! |  Part 1  |  Part 3

It was hard to attribute a specific name for the state in which Arthur Shelby found himself in. For drinking his weight in whisky; dancing unceremoniously to his own shadow to scratching records; for silent screams that ripped from his airways at night, a specific misfortune for an already broken man: melancholia.

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“Alexandria’s Genesis, a.k.a violet eyes (a genetic mutation).

When someone is born with Alexandria’s Genesis, their eyes are blue or gray at birth. After six months, the eyes begin to change from their original color to purple, and this process lasts six months. During puberty, the color deepens to dark purple, a deep purple, a royal purple, or a violet-blue color and remains that way. It does not affect the person’s eyesight. Those who have this mutation will never grow any facial, body, pubic, or anal hair (not including hair on their head, on their ears, noses, eyebrows and eyelashes). Women also do not menstruate, but are fertile”

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is alfie okay fit blurb night but i can’t stop thinking about him just sitting back all giddy while his wife chews out tommy

Jesus, I live for this.

“Are we going to have a problem here, Mr Shelby?” your voice is so sweet that it sends chills through your husband’s veins, the meeting he had been on across the other side of London running so late that you had seemed to take matters into your own hands by starting it up without him. “Because I know for a fact that the papers you’re holding are grossly deflated to make it look like you’re turning less of a profit. I also know that you wouldn’t dare pull this with another firm.”

Alfie stops Ollie from stepping closer, the gaps in the blinds and open door showing that you’re handling yourself well from the position he usually fills and that the business is in safe hands.

“Tell me, Tommy, do I look easy to you?” there’s something vaguely sexual about the way you ask, the switch of your legs as they cross clearly taking Shelby’s attention with them. “Because you see that girl of yours back in Birmingham she may be willing to drop her knickers for that price but I’m not even willing to give you a crate of the brown stuff. So why don’t you do us a favour, yeah? Either up your offer or fuck off because we don’t have all day, ‘sweetheart’.”

The venom you put into the word says that Tommy’s tried his usual attempt at flattery and the way you look up to see Alfie behind your reflection only makes your fake smile turn into one that is all too real. 

“See you started without me.”

“Actually Alfie, I think we are done here, don’t you Mr Shelby?”

“I’ll double it,” reluctance comes from the man in question as you cross to join your lover in the doorway, breaking your greeting only to smile up at him in celebration of your success.

“And for talkin’ to my wife like that you’ll stick in another 10%, yeah? Gentleman’s honour and all.”

Never fuck with a Solomons.

help help help i knew this edit was going to be self-indulgent as hell but wow i am LOSING MY MIND

talia: belt leash in the produce aisle w my toddler & zombie teen. dont even worry about it